Um.

Tonight? Really?

I'm not so sure if I'm ready for what I agreed to.
But, why not.

My job with maintenance didn't work out. So now i either have to find another job in the area or move to chicago in june.
Dang it.

It is Finished

The buck is passed. Tossed, even.

I can sleep now. After being awake for twenty seven hours.



I've noticed that a lot of times, the more I have to say, the less I write in here.

I've also noticed that I have eleven followers. That number keeps getting bigger, and it surprises me. I don't know three of them. I've talked to two of them, though.

You know who you are.
How you find me.
Stalka.



Seriously.
It's time for bed.

Barefoot and Pregnant* in the Kitchen

It is now nine thirty in the evening on Sunday April twenty-sixth, in the year of our Lord 2009. Tomorrow, Monday April twenty-seventh, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, everything** is due so I can graduate. I'm really not too worried about graduating. Cs get degrees, I'm told.

No matter. I am bunkered down in my kitchen armed with a twelve pack of Ramen noodles and a four pack of Rockstar energy drink (bigger, faster stronger, apparently). It is my intention to stay up all night and write these fiends. Then, I will, on no sleep, take my Apologetics final. And then, I will sleep for weeks.

Thank God.




*emotionally pregnant.
**four large papers, one small paper, one outline

(no title, just the quiet)

Even though I rarely ever get to enjoy it, the sunrise will always, always, always beat the sunset for me.

Queen, feat. David Bowie

The end of my college career will be upon me in four days. With it, it brings four papers, one final, and one outline. I wanted to get all of these things done by tomorrow night, but I'm not sure how reasonable that is. The real issue is wanting to go to the Rescue in Chicago on Saturday, but I wasn't sure how long I would be there, and I wanted to go without needing to worry about lingering school work. Now, I'm second guessing going at all. I just really need to graduate. But, as the saying goes, "C'est la vie, Cs get degrees." By that standard, the only one I'm worried about is Apologetics. I have no idea what my final paper is going to look like yet.

I am just holding on to the thought of next week, when I will be free of school forever (unless I decide later in life to go to grad school, which is not really a thought right now). Next week will be filled with adventures and hanging out and trying to fit in those last moments with people that I wish I had more time with (three specifics: Matt Metzger, Anthony Parrott, Amy Malmkar).

I hate all-nighters, but I'll probably pull one tonight.
I still have most of this bag of coffee, after all...

I don't hate myself anymore. And I mean that.